The peace that formerly reigned in Terra Nova has eroded, now little more than a memory. War ravages the continent. Disputes divide kingdoms; ideals divide families. The quest for power consumes absolutely and indiscriminately. None are immune to its allure.
Who will rise and who will fall? Only time—and ambition—will tell.
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05.26.2023
2 month character creation hold for all existing members begins 6/5/2023. Ended 8/5/2023.
10.29.2023
Change in how times flows. Was 4 IC seasons, now only 2 IC seasons per 1 OOC year.
5 whole years of Heir Apparent goodness! When I started the site, I knew I was hunkering down for the long haul, but I never could have predicted the numerous twists and turns this roleplay site has seen. Hundreds of plots, characters, and members have come and gone, all leaving marks on the site. I am so very thankful for those who have invested. Because you keep coming back, keep getting on, and keep writing, Heir Apparent has the legacy it does today. Three cheers to us!
In his dreams, Aldrich would find himself back in Nevermere. Rain spattered against the tall windows with velvet navy curtains hanging on either side. Thunder rumbled from the bleak storm rolling on a dark sky—but inside, the fire was warm. It bathed the room in a low-shadowed glow that was only accentuated by the dozens and dozens of candles fixed to the walls in beautiful candelabras. Red wax dripped down the long stalks as they burned to their centers.
The room was rich with navy and gold, a large four-poster bed against one wall, a sitting area and a stocked bar cart nearest the fire. As Aldrich came into the room, stepping into the dream, Magad would be waiting—draped in black silk, leather cuffs on her wrists, and a collar around her neck.
“Sergeant Abbott…”
She'd have whiskey in her hands in a heavy glass of cut crystal. Magda would step close, offering it to him, dark hair cascading in waves down her shoulders, her red lips pulled into a smile.
Post by Aldrich Abbott on Dec 11, 2023 8:02:44 GMT -5
This was... Nevermere. He recognised his surroundings, or at least he felt like he had been here before. Dreams were good at making you feel like you've been to the place you're in before. It still wouldn't have been difficult to understand that this was Nevermere and not Coheed: it was raining, it was cloudy, and there was no sun.
The room was cozy, in a way. Aldrich had always liked being inside in the dark, only interrupted by candlelight, while it rained and stormed outside. He wasn't quite aware that he was dreaming. Most don't realise something is a dream until they wake up, after all.
He looked around the room and his eyes fell on a woman he had talked to only a few days ago. Magda Ivanova. She looked like he had fantasised about her since. Cuffs, collar and silk. The cherry on top was the whiskey in the glass she offered him.
"Lady Ivanova", he responded with a soft smile on his face as he accepted the glass and took a sip of it. Because it was a dream, he didn't ask himself why she was here or why she was dressed the way that she was. Somehow it just made sense. "What s nice surprise to find you here."
Post by Magda Ivanova on Dec 11, 2023 8:17:17 GMT -5
Magda’s chin tilted upwards as she watched him sip from his glass. Her black eyes flickered with the candlelight on the walls, her skin glowing with it and her black hair just as shining as the silk that shifted about her. The whiskey would be exactly as he liked it—as if it had been created just to fit his tastes.
“I’ve been waiting for you…” Magda purred, hands slipping up his chest, “The night’s been dark and lonely. So lonely…” She traced his jaw with her fingers as she pouted up at him with her full lips.
Post by Aldrich Abbott on Dec 11, 2023 8:37:20 GMT -5
This was the best whiskey he had ever tasted. It burned just right and lingered beautifully. He felt refreshed. He thought this would be the best part, but then Magda's hand found his chest. Aldrich looked down at the hand and then back up at Magda, lust and admiration in his eyes.
"Let me keep you company then, my lady", he said, his eyes focused on her lips. They seemed to be calling his name. The man placed his free hand on her waist and tugged her a little closer. Did Rian even exist in this place? Aldrich wasn't even thinking about it. "Would you like that?" He leaned his head forward, making the distance between their faces smaller.
Post by Magda Ivanova on Dec 11, 2023 8:59:08 GMT -5
Magda inhaled sharply as Aldrich pulled her close. The thunder crashed outside, the rain hurtled against the windows as if it were trying to send Aldrich a sign. To free him. But Magda was so warm, and now so close as she closed the space between them and sank her body against his.
“Yes, sir,” She breathed, gazing up at him, responding as one of his soldiers might when deferring to his authority.
Post by Aldrich Abbott on Dec 11, 2023 9:03:51 GMT -5
Magda's presence took up all of his attention, and the weather didn't manage to break her spell. He wasn't aware of the thunder and rain anymore. It was just this dream room, Magda and him.
Her body against his felt warm and welcome. His hand slid up and down her back gently. The silk and her skin felt incredible. "What would you like me to do, lady Ivanova?" he asked softly, cocking his head to the side while making eye contact with her.
Post by Magda Ivanova on Dec 11, 2023 9:10:33 GMT -5
Magda wasn’t herself here—not entirely. She was a version of her crafted just for Aldrich, meant for nothing and no one but him. Her breath hitched as his hand slid across her skin. She pressed closer, lips parting expectantly.
“What you will, sir,” Magda whispered, “I want to please you.” Her fingers crept upwards, brushing down his cheek to his lips that she traced, marveling at him.
Post by Aldrich Abbott on Dec 11, 2023 9:18:34 GMT -5
There was only so much resisting a man could do before the flirting became simply irresistible, especially when a beautiful woman such as Magda told him she wanted to please him. He grunted, a deep, satisfied grunt and pressed his lips to hers, dropping the crystal glass and using his now free hand to dig into her hair. He would then move his hands to her waist to lift her up, allowing her to wrap her legs around him if she pleased.
Post by Magda Ivanova on Dec 11, 2023 13:38:50 GMT -5
Magda kissed him back, head tilting against his hand as it dug into her hair. Men of Coheed were one thing, Nevermerean men another—and Magda was surprised to find that on one level she missed them. Well, she would certainly enjoy this one now.
Her legs wrapped around him as Aldrich predicted they would. For that’s what she was here—what he wanted, anticipating each need with supernatural precision. Everything he could want and more.
Post by Aldrich Abbott on Dec 12, 2023 13:40:08 GMT -5
He wanted it to be like young love. None of that straight to bed stuff. He carried her over to a wall so she could lean her back against it as he continued kissing her, passionately. She did so well, and seemed to serve his every wish. He could lead, he could do what he wanted, so far she hadn't turned any of it down.
If her back was against the wall, he could let go of her with one arm without her falling. Aldrich stopped kissing her, and moved his hand to her neck, softly stroking it with the tips of his index- and ring finger, before tugging at the collar around her neck. "What's this, then?" he asked, as if he had never seen one before.
Post by Magda Ivanova on Dec 12, 2023 21:52:38 GMT -5
Magda shivered at his touch, goosebumps on her skin and a mischievous smile on her face. Her eyes didn’t leave him as she undid the sash belt that held the silk to her body and threaded it through the silver loop under her chin. Each movement was artistry, a dance choreographed specifically to meet the desires of the audience of one.
“For your enjoyment…” Magda slipped the sash into his hand and pulled it tight.
Post by Aldrich Abbott on Dec 16, 2023 15:11:24 GMT -5
He was grinding widely at everything that Magda was doing and the direction this was going in. Everything was so perfect, and everything went exactly the way Aldrich liked it. He took hold of the sash that had now turned into a lead and let is go through his hands. Soft, silky, yet strong enough for what they would do.
The man gently put Magda down again, before he unbuckled his belt with a slight smirk. "I'll hold your little leash", he said, pulling his pants and underwear down a bit. "And I'll tug on it when it's time to come back up."
Post by Magda Ivanova on Dec 17, 2023 8:48:10 GMT -5
Magda dropped to her knees—a bit of choreography that was not at all unfamiliar. Her black eyes and docile smile were at odds with one another, not that Aldrich would notice. Her presence was too honeyed, her touch too electric for him to think her evil. Magda was a dream. She was as he wanted her. And to that end, she would follow instructions.
Post by Aldrich Abbott on Dec 22, 2023 16:53:49 GMT -5
[FADE IN]
Aldrich closed his belt again and looked around for his shirt, but wasn't in a hurry to put it back on. He picked up the bottle of whiskey they had shared earlier and took a big sip before handing the bottle to Magda. With a satisfied sigh he fell down on a couch that he hadn't seen before - but hey, dreams just spawn furniture. He looked at her with a twinkle in his eyes. This had been fun, but he didn't quite know what to say and remained silent, enjoying the aftermath.
Post by Magda Ivanova on Dec 23, 2023 19:10:11 GMT -5
Magda let him slip away. Let him bask in the glory of his victory before she sauntered toward him with the silk of her dress shifting to reveal her naked form in glimpses as she did. Joining him on the couch, she straddled his lap so that they were face to face. Her beauty would wash over him in all its intoxicating, mind-bending splendor, making his mind malleable to her charms.
“No one in Nevermere understands what I’m trying to make of Coheed. They see only what’s on the surface…” Magda ran her fingers along Aldrich’s jaw, “You’re different than the others, aren’t you? You understand…”